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A Decree of Disorder: Poetry

A Decree of Disorder: Poetry

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A Decree of Disorder

Ronjoy Bordoloi

A decree of disorder

Searching for scenic elegance,

The two friends journeyed on;

Into the unknown they traversed,

Knowing not what lay beyond.

They captured nature's melodies,

They were mesmerized by the bewitching falls;

But the Devil and the demons were waiting,

Hungry for blood and bones.

A rumor spelt their doom,

And drunken eyes broke all rules;

Ignorance and envy were the tools,

Even ashamed are the ominous fools.

The hooligans broke their cartilage,

And thrashed them like animals;

They spilt their innocent blood,

A nasty sort, between Man and Mammals.

The only fault of the two friends,

Was their immense love of nature;

Humanity died that day,

Bringing forth the decree of disorder.


Blood on the Gamusa

Swapnajyoti Bordoloi

Carcinogenic anger

Cripples our minds,

Blood in our breakfast is our habit these days,

Feeding on rumours

And fresh raw flesh

Alike the murder of crows,

We try hard for our self demolition,

Barren lives weeping tears of blood

By the gates of Hades...

Corrupt souls fighting like there's

No tomorrow among themselves...

The silent helpless whispers of the torn clothes

And raw stains of blood lying morbid on the streets...

An everyday affair now,

I wonder hard what are we left with,

...First of all as just 'humans;'

And of course,

Where actually we stand in

The global platform today

As a distinctive glorious race,

Only except in our mellow songs

And unique dance forms

or pieces of literature...

Alas, once the blazing brave hearts

From the shores of the mighty Brahmaputra;

Sons and daughters of BirLachit...

The one unified 'Axomia,'

Hey look,

Now lost without even a name or trace...

Just a paralyzed part on

Mother earth's face!

How accurately

Bhupenda predicted once...

Us humans outside...

Our hidden demons inside!


Cinema! Cinema!

Arindam Barooah


The floor illuminates.


Eye rolls framing impressions.


Artiste enacts.

The magic of the glittering silver screen.

Where stars flauntgaudiness,

Artistic stories,

Masala dance numbers,

Peppy lyrical music,

Action-packed dialogues,

High energy actionsequences,

Picturesque scenic locations,

Distinctive lightning,

Convincing acting prowess.

An influential medium to

Carry away your vivid imaginations

I am a movie buff,

And will continue to be a movie buff.


I am in all

Swapnajyoti Bordoloi

I am in all;

Sometimes the

Undying cockroach crawling

The ages of time...

A starving survivor...hammered,

But yet somehow breathing,

And at times,

The mad monsoon frog

Jumping from tree to tree...


Wondering where

Love sleeps hibernating...!

I am in all;

The wine and both the blood,

The mirror,

And likewise in the reflection;

The breathing woods,

The fire and alike in the grey ashes...

Both in the cold tombstone

And the silent body that lies within...!

I am in all;

You shall never confine me...

Can neither conformingly

Beat your chests!

So just keep mum, and surrender...

And I surrender unto you...

You walk,

Fly or swim...

I am forever inside you...!

I am in all;

'Ram' and 'Rahim'

Are names I had long forgotten...

Just alike,

"How can I say

How many breaths I had taken when I was

Writing this?"

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